Jenna lies in bed, wondering how to say it.
I stabbed someone. Or maybe, He was trying to kill Henry.
But was he? He might have just kidnapped her. Jenna doesn't know.
He broke into the house, she could say. He tried to hurt me.
That's true. But it's not why she was terrified. She thought he'd hurt Henry. That's why she did it. Stabbed him. Did it.
She turns and buries her face in the pillow. She can't tell her dad. No matter how much she needs him to understand, to forgive her. She can't.
I'd do it again.